Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1345 | 2011-08-05 15:45:32 | 77.80 | 95% |
| 1237 | 2011-07-25 16:01:04 | 75.56 | 93% |
| 1144 | 2011-07-14 15:46:53 | 81.90 | 95% |
| 956 | 2011-07-10 15:47:00 | 79.98 | 95% |
| 522 | 2011-06-26 11:28:35 | 81.41 | 96% |
| 285 | 2011-06-19 14:16:55 | 71.63 | 94% |
| 223 | 2011-06-19 11:41:48 | 79.28 | 96% |
| 132 | 2011-06-19 06:40:35 | 65.60 | 93% |